- An ode to sweatpants.
- I argue that we can’t replace the word ‘nigger’ in Huck Finn with ‘slave.’ (And Cord says it wouldn’t make sense, anyway.)
- This is about Wilco, right? Right?
- Yes, I miss my friend Ann Friedman, but her dispatches from the road as she drives 5,000 miles around the country are almost worth losing her. And as a Californian, I can certainly understand the allure of the West.
- I wrote about my terrible teenage taste in music for Pinna Storm.
And this jam almost made me not bother leaving the house for my friend Tom’s New Year’s Eve party. Gladys Knight and the Pips, “The Nitty Gritty”